Mattheo Riddle Wattpad Possessive Novels & Stories

She keeps whispering, “Mate. Mate. Mate.” It sounds weird, and it’s not like I haven’t heard it before. Wolves are always obsessed with their mates. But it’s not something I’ve paid much attention to. Especially not with Trix. The whole mate thing is just...ugh. “Seriously?” I say out loud, my voice echoing in the small room that I could hear myself. “This is not the time.” But my wolf doesn’t care. She’s got one thing on her mind, and she’s not letting it go. “Mate. Mate. Mate.” she kept whispering.

“Don’t you want your mate to stay with you? Your arousal can be scented from a mile. After all, mate-pull is worse in the first three months.” Mathew jumped at Charlotte’s accurate observation, her correct judgment buck washed him. He placed his hand over his “O” shaped mouth, his eyes widened with disbelief. “Jason is not my mate.” He shook his head, denying Charlotte’s claim. “Ask your wolf, Mathew. He will never lie to you.” Charlotte’s Luna command broke the protective barrier of Mathew, his wolf surged out in a full glory. “Jason is mine. This prick is not treating him well.”

Carla Mathew was unable to keep his mouth shut in response to any of my questions; he then gently took my hand and admitted, "yes, yes, I have so much great feelings for you. If something terrible had happened to you, then it would have been the end for me as well. I don't understand how I can say that given that I am aware that you are the queen of all the werewolves and that you already have a mate. But I just can't seem to stop doing this to myself. The only thing that would make me happy right now is to embrace you and kiss you. I've given serious consideration to eloping with you."

He says with an apologetic expression. "Why does he look sorry Theo?" Gage asks me worriedly as well. "I have no idea." I say also feeling scared and worried. Ancient Matthew doesn't reply, he only stares at us. "Matthew, what is wrong?" Mother demands sternly. Matthew looks at her and sighs. "Theo's a Rejected." A what?

Matthew repeatedly told himself that it was written by someone who only looked like Lucy, not by Lucy herself. He thought it might be a prank and considered throwing the card away, but his hunger got the better of him, so he decided to try withdrawing some money from an ATM.

I've come to realize this after hugging him, so I backed away a bit to avoid possibly hurting him. "Where are you?" he whispered into my ear. His soft voice quivered with desperation that he wasn't even trying to hide. "I've been looking for you." Enzo was right. No matter how shallow the emotional connection was, werewolves do feel possessive towards their mates. As my doubts subsided, I began to imagine how easily he could have Dylan playing in his palm if he wanted to as long as he had me under his wing. I was Dylan's weakness. The thought gave me confidence.

The air around him seemed to tighten, his presence pressing outward with enough force that even the invading wolves hesitated. Matthias stopped a few paces away, his eyes no longer amused. Now they were calculating. Hungry. “So it’s true,” he said quietly. “She is the key.” “I said that’s far enough,” Kael replied, his voice low and edged with warning. Matthias’s gaze flicked past him, back to me. “You feel it, don’t you?” he said. “That pull. That connection.” I didn’t answer. Because answering would mean admitting it.

Aunt? Carissa felt like crying. She looks at Mateo with a blaming expression. Why didn't he tell her that his mother would be coming for breakfast? "What are you doing? Sit." Mateo raised his eyebrow and met her eyes. He then saw her eyes shifting towards his mother and immediately understood. "Mom, this is my mate, Carissa." he then turned to Carissa, "Sweetheart, this is my mother, Empress Lamia." Carissa sucked in a breath, 'Empress? She's the empress?!'

Where did it come from? ‘I don’t know, I didn’t see it. I’m sorry, Nuri, I don’t know why I took your memories. I think I was just so excited to find my mate, I didn’t think those crimson flags were real,’ Tempest sighed, regret heavy in her voice. ‘I guess it’s a good thing Rian and I didn’t mate. That would’ve sealed our mate bond, and we’d be stuck with him forever.’

“Tell me I have no right over you? Mara, you can scream, you can fight, you can hate me… but the truth doesn’t change. You belong to me.” I flinched at the words, even though I had expected them. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “I belong to no one,” I spat, though my voice wavered under the weight of the bond I could not deny. “And even if the moon goddess thought otherwise, I have someone—someone I love. Matthew. He’s my mate.”